Hubbard and Craven

A group of elderly people are sitting in the cafe eating scones on a Sunday afternoon. The unkempt one in the most tattered garb of the bunch is robust and opinionated, but I’ve finally managed to drown him out and focus on my work, when I hear him proclaim, “The lovers cried! And the poets dreamed!” Pointing his finger to the sky like Socrates. I think this sounds rather profound, so I Google it, and discover the source is lyrics to the song American Pie, and just then my ears adjust and take in the beat and the “took her to the levy and the levy was dry…”

I decide to drown him out again.


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"There is all this untouched beauty, the light, the dark, both running through me." -Over The Rhine
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